Last year, I was pierced and tattooed here. I got my first earlobe piercings, but the jewelry selection was rather limited. The piercer, whose name I don't remember, claimed not to have barbells in my... Read More
Last year, I was pierced and tattooed here. I got my first earlobe piercings, but the jewelry selection was rather limited. The piercer, whose name I don't remember, claimed not to have barbells in my size, so I opted for a pair of cubic-zirconia studs instead. He knew his craft well and used a fresh, new needle when he accidentally dropped one, which he threw away. The piercings only cost forty dollars before a tip. Thus my began my piercing journey.I went in for my first tattoo a week later, because I thought it would complement the piercings well. I walked in, handed in a few words to have tattooed, waited half an hour, paid the cost, and began the session, which took about forty-five minutes. Honestly, the needle didn't hurt as badly as I thought it would.I never asked for either person's name, nor did either of them ask for mine. Whoever they were, they both did well and were accepting of walk-ins. Both times I visited, the music blared as loudly as that of a nightclub, giving me impression that the employees were going deaf. I could hardly hear myself think inside the shop. The piercer's workstation was awkwardly located directly behind the cash register and immediately in front of the bathroom, but it was as clean as could be. The tattooing areas looked cluttered, but I think I saw a health inspector's certificate somewhere inside.In conclusion, I would come back here again if it weren't for the ear-bleeding music. Read Less